First off, I apologize to my friends and roleplay partners who've been left hanging. Any desire to cancel old threads is completely understandable.

I've been struggling with a serious health issue the past several months. There was a long period where things would seem to improve only to relapse, delaying things further. All that aside, just wanted to let people know I'm around again and to contact me via PM or Trillian - ironsoldier, if anyone wants to get things going again.

Carmen was starting to feel that she liked Japan more than she did Puerto Rico.

Oh, she hadn't gotten to that point overnight, not by any stretch of the imagination. When she first came to Tokyo and hopped off the plane, she'd felt like she was in another world. A much, much colder world. A world where everything was cramped and the foot was far too raw for her tastes. A world without spice, without heat, without life. Everything had felt so sterile and uniform, and even though she'd learned the language quick enough, she was still having trouble adapting to the people who spoke it. The place couldn't have been more unlike Puerto Rico if it tried to be, and sometimes it seemed like it was really trying.

But that was then, this was now. And now? Now, Carmen had come to see Japan's charm, and she had to admit, it was growing on her.

The wrestling matches were one thing. She wasn't just getting better and managing to keep her record - she was racking up wins. Solid wins against good opponents. Most importantly, she was having a good time. The more leisurely ring matches were a welcome change of peace, testing her creativity as well as skill, and she looked forward to staying in the AFW for a good, long time.

But beyond that, there was the city itself. The congestion bothered her, but once she understood where everything important was, navigating the city was a breeze. It even became easy to find those interesting parts of the city that kept to the shadows, the sort of places that she would never have found back home. Case in point: Purgatory.

It was an S&M club, and Carmen would have typically passed such places by on her way to something more wholesome. Puerto Rico was a place steeped in tradition and pious fervor, where you couldn't travel more than five miles without running into a church. Not exactly the place to go for sexual freedom.

But ever since she'd come to Japan, she'd gotten a lot more in touch with her sexuality, discovered things she didn't even know she liked, and Purgatory was a constant source of enlightenment. She'd gotten to know the owner, Maria Crawford, fairly well, and from there they talked. They explored. They learned. Purgatory provided a huge space filled with every sort of fetish imaginable, catering to all ages and styles, and every time Carmen came by, she discovered something even more enticing. It was a truly transforming experience. She was often busy with training or working or getting her files in order, so she rarely had the time to stop by. But, no matter what, she always dropped in at least once a month and had her night. Just some time to sit back and enter an entirely different world.

Today was a bit of a special day at Purgatory, too. Maria - in her usual, overly extravagant style - had set up a swimming pool downstairs, sectioned off a new area to have it made. It wasn't large, no bigger than the average pool you would find in your neighbors backyard. But it was warm, it was quiet, and the waters were still. The perfect place to kick back and relax.

That was why Carmen was down there, anyway. She'd went out and bought a fresh black bikini for the occasion, and it clung to her body as she waded shoulder-deep in the pool, leaning up against the edge and taking weak breathes while she relaxed. Her black hair, short and sweet, clung around her head, matted from the water. Her dark skin blended in well with the dull light of the room. It was still fairly early in the night, not too many people had made their way into the club, so Carmen had the pleasure of being alone and sampling the pool's pleasure's all by herself. Just a little swim, nothing too serious

Akino was still buzzing inside over her recent signing with the AFW. Her parents had been reluctant to give their blessing, not that it would've stopped her either way, but she was glad they understood that this was what she wanted to do and were willing to support her.

Her first match had yet to be announced, but her agent assured her it wouldn't be long. But that was fine for now. Akino liked to think she was a patient woman - although that wasn't actually true at all.

So as the days passed since her signing, she spent quite a bit of time training in the gym. She ran, lifted weights, anything she could do to keep busy and stay in shape. But after so many days of this routine, Akino liked to reward herself with a relaxing day off at the pool.

And that's exactly what she aimed to do today. Akino was on her way to an indoor swimming pool she often wen to for a day of soothing relaxation. But there was one problem: the place was overcrowded! Any direction she looked, there was hardly enough space to even dip a toe into the water. Now her impatience really began to show as she grit her teeth in frustration and stormed out.

And where did Akino like to go when she had frustrations to take out? Why, the nearby S&M club called Purgatory of course. She wasn't an extremely frequent visitor. But, Akino loved the sexual thrill of physically dominating another person, and there were few places that allowed her to express that as well as Purgatory.

However, upon arrival, Akino was treated to a rather nice surprise. The place had set up a small pool downstairs. Realizing bringing her sky blue bikini hadn't been a waste after all caused the frustration in her to begin to subside. Changing into the bikini, she made her way down to the pool, where one other person happened to be occupying it at the moment. The pool wasn't large, but there was plenty of room to relax in it, and that's all that mattered to her.

Walking to the end of the pool opposite of where the other female was, Akino removed her eye patch and set it aside before stepping into the water until it reached right up to the bottom of her neck. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of the feeling of the water against her skin.

When they opened again, her eyes - or at least her one good eye - came to focus on the Puerto Rican across the pool from her. She had to admit, this woman seemed pretty good looking from here, though it was hard to get a good look at her at the moment. Akino didn't recognize her, and wasn't sure if they just hadn't been here at the same time before, or if this was perhaps the other woman's first time here.

Not one to waste time with smalltalk, she decided to just come right out and ask, "Have you been here before?"

Carmen had become so immersed in the pool's ambience, so swept up in the waters swaying against her hardened body that she'd only scarcely noticed someone coming into the pool, and she hadn't cared enough to open her eyes to see who it was. It wasn't like this was her private space, no reason to have a fuss about sharing.

She hadn't expected to be talked, too, though. Many of the patrons in Purgatory only knew her in passing and typically came with people and plans of their own. It was a little odd for someone to just talk to her out of the blue. Not that she minded.

Carmen opened her eyes and started to speak, but she cut it off for a moment when she saw the girl she was talking to. The girl had a firm, strong looking body, better built that the pretty little things that frequented the place, and the bikini she wore accentuated her frame perfectly.

"Quite a few times." She finally answered, keeping her face as calm as the waters around them. Everything about Purgatory revolved around power and control - even here, Carmen wanted to put on a confident air. Maybe this girl was submissive, maybe dominant. No way to know, but always fun to find out. "You?"

Akino raised an eyebrow as the other woman's hand emerged from the water and beckoned her forward. Whether it was intended as such or not, it seemed almost like a command, something she was more used to giving than receiving.

The confident nature she displayed did make Akino more curious about her, however, and she did want to get a better look at her. So she moved forward in the water toward the woman, but stopped once she'd closed about half the distance between them, leaving it up to her to decide if she wanted to come meet her in the center of the pool or not.

"I come by once in a while." she replied, keeping her eye focused on the Puerto Rican. From this distance, Akino could see her much better. She was very well-toned and fit. The topic hadn't even emerged, but she was already wondering what it would be like to try to dominate this woman the way she did with some of the other, more petit women in this place.

Carmen spoke four languages - Spanish first, English second, Japanese third. But the fourth was something special, something her father taught her, and it came with being a boxer: body language. It was amazing how much you could tell from properly reading the way a person moved, looking at the way they carried themselves. She could learn more from watching a minute of that than an hour of conversation, and it was a skill that carried over outside the boxing ring as well.

For instance, seeing this woman come halfway towards her and stop screamed all sorts of things. It seemed like a dare. A taunt. An invitation. Carmen considered herself a switch, though she leaned towards the dominant side, mostly because finding submissives was always easier than finding good dominants. She was curious which side of the fence this one fell on.

She craned her head to the side with a light smile, then stepped towards her, standing up fully and making sure her size and stature were on full display. They were both impressively made, but Carmen had the height on her, and all advantages that came along with it. Size wasn't always the determining factor with these things, but it did help.

She stopped just short of touching the woman, only half a foot away, wanting to feel the magnetism between their bodies. "Carmen." Her eyes did a slow scan over the woman's body, before meeting her gaze straight on. "And you?"

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Akino wasn't quite as well-trained in the art of reading body language as Carmen was. But in this situation, she didn't have to be. As Carmen stood and made her way to meet her, Akino quickly noticed the woman was roughly six inches taller than her, causing the Japanese woman to be almost directly eye level with her toned chest by the time she stopped in front of her. With her well-built figure and superior height, it was quite apparent Carmen was presenting herself as imposing as possible to see how she would react.

Akino wasn't intimidated, however. She might be the smaller of the two women, but she'd always been a fan of the old saying "the bigger they are, the harder they fall." But that didn't take away from the fact that Carmen was no doubt in excellent shape. Considering how well-toned this woman was, she had a feeling Carmen most likely would be no easy conquest if it came to that, though it still remained to be determined what sort of skills she possessed.

"Akino." she answered, grinning slightly as she looked right up into the woman's eyes. As good as Carmen's body looked, especially now that it was soaking wet, that indomitable expression she wore might've been Akino's favorite part about her. It was almost like an unspoken challenge just staring her in the face. And though they each had hardly said anything since meeting here, something gave her a feeling of just what sort of direction this meeting was going. And she could hardly wait to get there.

The name danced off Carmen's Latin tongue, giving it a flavor it likely didn't get too often. She almost purred it, putting some passion into the pronunciation. They were too nearly nude women standing only inches apart, alone, in the middle of a pool below one of the biggest S&M clubs in Japan. Even though they'd only exchanged a handful of words, the general gist of the conversation was crystal clear, even if Carmen couldn't yet guess the specifics of Akino's intent. That little grin on her face was promising, though.

She stared back at Akino, mirroring her grin, letting her hot breath steam up the waters for a few moments before she spoke again. "Pardon me if I'm a little forward, but I like your body, Akino." Her hand reached around and trailed down the Japanese woman's spine, her finger stroking along every muscle in their path. "It's not like the other women I've seen in here. Very firm. Very fit. Muy linda." She doubted Akino would understand the word, butit probably didn't matter. The way she said it, translation wasn't required.

"Do you know what I'd do with a body like this?" She added in a low whisper. "Hypothetically. Of course."

The way she spoke and praised her body, and the way she rubbed her finger against her back, Akino loved it, and it clearly showed in her expression as a light purr escaped her lips. She didn't know any Spanish, but god, that wonderful accent of hers alone was one of the sexiest Akino had ever heard.

"I think being forward is perfectly appropriate in a place like this. And I like your body quite a bit too, Carmen." she said, bringing her hands up to Carmen's abs. Lightly her fingers traced over her muscles, slowly dancing over them. One hand remained over her stomach while the other began to move to Carmen's back, before ever so slowly moving lower and lower.

"In fact, want to know what I'd do with a body like this?" she asked, mirroring the whisper with which Carmen had spoke a moment ago. "I'd like to make you scream my name. I'd like to make you beg me for pleasure. And if you ask nicely enough, well, I think you get the idea." she said as the hand moving down Carmen's back came to rest on her firm rear, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Hypothetically, of course."

Many people confused size with dominance, but Carmen wasn't one of them. True, many dommes she knew liked to try and be above their submissives. High-heeled boots with a little platform underneath, tight bodices that forced an imposing figure out of the wearer.It was all well and good, especially for those who liked the taste. But Carmen respected subtle strength, too. There was something indescribably sensual about being controlled by someone smaller than her, by being dominated by someone she would normally control.

But there was something hot about the reverse, too, and Carmen could frankly see both paths appealing to her. The journey would be exciting, no matter what the destination was.

"Oh, of course." Carmen let a quick, spurt of a moan escape as Aniko gave her behind a little squeeze. A taste of more to come? Maybe. "I think I would like that." She moved forward and pressed their bodies together, letting her breasts graze against the underside of Aniko's chin while her thigh slid over the smaller woman's sex. Good attention given, good attention returned. "Oh, the otther hand, I think I'd like to pin you to the floor and sample every inch of your body, while you beg for more. Licking. Kissing. Biting...devouring." She leaned forward and gave Aniko a quick nibble on her lower lip.

"It seems we have a conflict of interest, though." She pressed their foreheads together and kept their eyes locked. "There's got to be some way to settle this. Any ideas?"

As someone who'd always been in control of the situations she'd come across, Akino was also one to want the same in sexual encounters. However, she'd never really experienced the submissive side before. And though the thought of being dominated had never exactly appealed to her, she had to admit everything that came out of Carmen's mouth sounded nothing short of blissful, especially when she began to press their bodies together.

Carmen's breasts were practically pushed against Akino's neck, as if offering themselves as pillows for her head to rest against, while Akino's soft mounds pressed up against Carmen's ribs. The taller woman's thigh then came between her legs, eliciting a faint moan as it rubbed against her sex. And in the process, it positioned one of the Japanese woman's legs between Carmen's and she wasted no time in returning the favor, beginning to rub her own thigh against the Carmen's womanhood. All the while, Akino brought her other hand to join the one resting on Carmen's ass, both now beginning to fondle and massage her behind.

The nibble on Akino's lower lip brought another light moan, and once again the two women's eyes met as their foreheads pressed together. "It seems so. And as nice as the pool is, I'm not sure its the best place to settle it." She then moved to place her lips against Carmen's to steal a brief kiss, before placing her forehead back against hers and grinning at the woman. "Fortunately, clubs like this are bound to have a place upstairs much more…accommodating. How's that sound?"